The air in Mei Yilan's chamber curdled into a suffocating shroud of killing intent the moment her fingers closed around the hilt of the Void-severing Blade. The four assassins moved with the synchronized, cold-blooded cruelty of a wolf pack closing in for the kill.
"Die, you bitch!" the two 1st-stage Golden Core assassins hissed in unison. Their twin daggers pulsed with a sickly, necrotic green light, carving poisonous arcs through the air as they lunged from her flanks. Simultaneously, the Peak Foundation expert dived low, his blade a silver blur aimed at severing her hamstrings.
Wraith-043 remained anchored in the center, his hands glowing with a condensed, blood-red Qi, his eyes tracking Yilan like a hawk waiting for the exact heartbeat her guard might falter.
Yilan's eyes flashed with a cold, nostalgic fire. She didn't retreat. She stepped directly into the eye of the storm, her black blade tracing a perfect, shimmering circle in the air.
Clang! Clang!
